Last night I couldn't
sleep a wink at all
for
the sound of thunder
like the Gods' bowling ball
rolling on a hardwood floor
resounding on the airs
doing a number on my slumber
in the room upstairs
but
in the serenity of silence
I'll switch off the light
catch a nap
and if it's quiet tonight
hopefully
between moonbeams
be
carried away on dreams sweet dreams
The bright sun goes to sleep,
the quiet stars wake up in the
sky,
The soft moon shines on
your bed to watch you rest,
Close your eyes now and
sleep well until morning
light.
The Guardian of Hell: A Sinner's Slumber
The obsidian tunnels of this godless realm,
Uncoil like serpents where I blindly tread.
A shadow stalks, a nightmare at the helm,
Feeding upon the frantic steps I dread.
What does he want, this shadow in the smoke?
My ankles drag the burning chains of hell.
He stands above me, draped in misery's cloak,
The brutal keeper of a silent cell.
For what unknown transgression do I weep?
I bear a crushing weight I cannot name.
The dark is suffocating, fierce, and deep,
A blind expanse of agony and shame.
Then through the vault, his iron voice commands:
"Halt, sinner, halt! And face my burning glare!"
The Lord of Ash before my terror stands,
And flings me down into the deep despair.
"Wake up!" he roars, "The pit has claimed its prize!
Confess your hidden crime into the night!
Shatter the silence, strip away the lies,
And only then shall you return to light!"
the pre-teenage little kitty cat slumber party was in full swing
they had talked great grandma McClintock into hosting this thing
playing records, because this was way back in nineteen-sixty-two
why do they call it slumber? she asked the next day. It’s not what they do.
Dost thou disport thyself in thy daily pilgrimage?
What calleth 'playtime' unto thy soul?
I find my joy in the presence of ancient trees.
Where vibrant hues do spiral wild and free.
Such forests stretch beyond the sight, far and deep.
For 'tis within the winding roads of sleep.
I wander, blessed by the light that slumbered brings.
Nature doth cast a gentle, cooling breath!
To soothe my spirit, far from thoughts of depth.
O, Golden Light! Grant me lengthened rest!
For my strange, painted trees must be addressed.
With joyous heart, I fashion things of naughty.
The muse cries, "Play!" with every color squeezed,
With twinning scrolls and fancies, well appeased.
'Tis here I take my leap,
Both bold and steep,
Into a bright and variegated heap!
Do I sleep when am upright?
A heavenly day and a beautiful life,
A day I live again and again.
Though the office, as we talk,
Or is it just a sleep walk?
A true experience that I see,
That vapour over my afternoon tea.
Or maybe a lived emotion,
Or merely just a practiced motion,
On repeat, till it maybe be,
That I have an odd, rare instance
Of lucidity, dreamless, sleepless,
A realization of my existence,
Voidless, transparency.
But here I go back to sleep,
Into that dream, into the deep
That plays over and over on repeat.
The long slumber
So, here we are a day sadder, if now wiser
Norway is in focus, since the Epstein saga
showing us how corrupt Norway had become
run by a clique of people behaving like Fascists
In Italy, they did during their time
Giving each other top jobs like ambassadorship
and the economic top job, while keeping old peoples
pension low, well, we can't spoil the old folk
Will anyone face jail time? Possibly not in Norway
It can be a forgiving mood.
My criticism of the sitting regime, for that is
what it is; people representing themselves and
a population asleep
In a deep slumber
I awoke by a loud noise
I went to see what happed
Inside the tub
Bottles spread out in the tub
The shelf fell into the tub
As the stars overtake the night sky
I drift off to a dreamlike slumber
Awakened not understanding why
Why my heart is beating in wonder
My eyes span the room, listening
Hearing nothing, I look for the cause
Looking dazed and not understanding
The truth is this defies natural laws
For what could posses my inner being
To the point now without any return
Is it an angel’s face I'm now seeing
Audible voice so sweetly to discern
The vision intense so indescribable
Circles around capturing my thoughts
It's beautiful and completely undeniable
And no this is not just afterthoughts
Slipping back now to dreamlike slumber
And regretting not sleeps interruption
I'm grateful you've captured my number
Visions of you, I welcome this disruption
It's time
time to close.
It has been too long
this chapter.
I must breathe.
Now I must choose differently.
Desperate words,
and long drawn slumbers
no more.
Enough.
[Poet’s Note : “daisy” originates from the Old English word for day’s eye which meant The Sun. Apparently the flower was given this name because of its rays of petals around a centre & a short lived spring life]
__________________________
slumber
rise shine
winter
done run
shiver
spring bring
flower
wishes
paths cross
in dross
she speaks
listen
white rays
one day
blow straight
no hate
daisy
cadence
face grace
no haste
Thoughts who won’t hush, they tell me
the mountains dance with praises
breaking through the mist, I see
splendid breath of still gazes
welcome to hope, bow your knee
see how His love amazes
soon slumber shall set you free
I like the showers of the sowers' rainfalls—
Not that it shouts, but because it makes plants sprout.
The scenery crawls as field greenery sprawls,
That can extricate droughts from despairing doubt.
Butterflies paint brighter the greens of the fields,
And flowers flaunt beauty as bright, fragrant shields.
In dreams I crave wet seasons to whet my sleep,
Whose supreme comfort sustains my slumber deep.
I hate the stains that dwell in corners and drains—
Filthiness, a taboo my death will detest.
I despise the dirtiness my soul disdains,
A deep aversion heaven and earth can't wrest.
So sew your flowers' seeds and weed my garden—
No matter your mistake, my mind will pardon.
Love will invent the wheel of our good rapport;
Just don't adore foulness I so much abhor.
Getting
Off
Our
Deeds
Normally
Intends
Going
Hibernated
Tonight
# 3
Lulled to slumber by humid summer breeze
She dozed to sleep dreaming of chilly ease
Plunging into swimming pool
Oh, so delightfully cool
Rising up, she woke herself with loud sneeze.
July 3, 2025
3rd place, "Summer Funny Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 7/13/2025
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